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She smiled at me before looking back at Tammy. “We’ve only been together for eight weeks, depending on when you start counting.”
Tammy’s eyes bounced between us. They’d grown round as Katie disclosed how long we’d been together. “Eight weeks?” she asked.
I huffed a small laugh, smirking at her incredulous face. “Yeah, Doc. Eight weeks.”
“Wow. That is a whirlwind, Katie. So, the rest of your statement leads me to ask if you were a virgin when captured?”
No longer smirking, I looked at my girl. Tears welled in her eyes. I dropped my forehead to hers as memories of our time together in bed and out raced through my mind. Times when that beautiful blush I missed so much heated her face and chest as she met me thrust for thrust, writhing on my cock, and driving me fucking nuts.
“Katie?” Tammy prompted.
Katie shook her head so slightly that I barely noticed it, and my forehead was pressed to hers. I turned my head toward the doctor.
“No, thank God,” I said. “Katie’s first time was with me.”
I’ve never been so fucking thankful for anything in my life.
The only thing that came close was meeting Katie. She was the best fucking thing to ever happen to me, but I was more thankful that she wasn’t introduced to sex violently.
I looked back down at Katie. She was staring off into space, her brow furrowed. The look graced her face whenever she was trying to figure something out.
Tammy, like me, studied Katie for a while, probably wondering what she was thinking about. Also, like me.
“Katie?” Tammy called.
Katie was so focused that she jumped at the sound of her name. Her head spun around, her eyes wide.
“Is there something you want to share?” Tammy asked.
I didn’t think it was possible, but Katie’s eyes grew even wider and rounder. Her mouth gaped open, gawping like a fish as if searching for an answer.
“Umm…no…no, there’s nothing to share.”
Katie still looked bewildered as fuck, and for the rest of the session, she gave short, monotone responses. This was almost worse than her being withdrawn. She seemed in shock and completely distracted by something. What, I had no fucking clue.
Thirteen
Katie
“Yeah, Doc. Eight weeks.”
Those last two words detonated in my mind a week ago, nearly blinding me. My mind whirled while I tried keeping up with Jackson and Tammy’s conversation. I rifled through my memory, searching for a date or timeframe, but it wasn’t there.
I’ve been searching for that date for more than a week now, and I cannot remember the last time I had my period. I’m freaking out. Until Jackson, I’d never contemplated children, but this man walked into my life and turned it on its head.
I envisioned things I thought would be forever out of reach. Even after Jackson came into my life, this wasn’t a scenario I’d foreseen for many years. We were in our twenties. We weren’t married, and then there was the nightmarish possibility that Jackson wasn’t the father.
I gasped for air as all the oxygen in my body disappeared yet again—a regular occurrence over the last week and a half. Eventhough I’d not taken a test yet, I was absolutely, positively certain I was pregnant. It had been four weeks since the last time Jackson and I were intimate, but the attack was a couple of days later. Either way, I was queasy in the mornings, and my breasts were so sore.
I was stuck in a vicious cycle—one I couldn’t seem to crack myself out of. A cycle of denial and acceptance. I’d picked up the phone to call Liam several times to ask him to test me, but I’d also seen him several times over the last week. And I’d been unable to bring it up.
He checked in on me after every one of my physical therapy appointments at the hospital. I knew I needed to let him in on what was going on because I needed a test to confirm and his advice on paternity determination.
“You okay?” Jackson murmured sleepily against the back of my neck.
I loved his voice first thing in the morning. It was rough and gravelly. Just over a month ago, it would’ve had me tingling with want and need and lust and all sorts of lurid and torrid things. Now, though, I was left barren.
Barren?
